Nothing new is here as far as
details as to how the dogs who were not able to win fights died which has
not been in the news, but still it's not an easy read first thing in the
morning - warning.

Also, as far as what MV did to the family dog,
remember that a few months back MV said he should be able to have another
dog....because his daughter wanted one....well, that is, she wanted
another one. They don't have one now because (delicate cough) he
intentionally killed the last one. (What is wrong with this picture?)
"16 Dec 2010 -- Michael Vick wants to own a dog ... Vick My daughters
miss having one, and that's the hardest thing: Telling them that we can't
have one ..."
www.sports.espn.go.com/nfl/news/story?id=5922161

In an upcoming GQ magazine, the mask slips. And Vick
asks, "What have I done to anybody?"

And L.A. Times columnist Bill
Plaschke calls him on it.

"For a while," says Vick in the piece, "it
was all, 'Scold Mike Vick, scold Mike Vick, just talk bad about him like
he's not a person.' It was almost as if everyone wanted to hate me. But
what have I done to anybody? It was something that happened, and it was
people trying to make some money."

Has the guy gone barking mad?
And I don't mean just referring to himself in the third person. He's
pity party central, hang-dog and sulky.

Gone is the apologist he's
played for two years, replaced by petulance.

"Yeah, you got the
family dog and the white picket fence and you just think that's all there
is," Vick says in the piece. "Some of us had to grow up in
poverty-stricken urban neighborhoods and we just had to adapt to our
environment. I know it's wrong. But people act like it's some crazy thing
they never heard of. They don't know."

Oh, but Mike. They do know.
They know it's one thing to bet on dogs in the fight ring - as bad as
that is.

And quite another to joyfully, meticulously,
premeditatedly kill dogs who underperform.

To shoot, electrocute,
drown, strangle dogs. To pick them up and slam them to the ground, over
and over and over till they're dead, dead, dead. Or, when they're not
quite dead, to hang them by the neck till their last breath finally
chokes off.

To muzzle terrified dogs and throw them into a ring,
knowing they can't fight back, letting them get ripped to pound pieces.
For practice.

To throw a house pet in with a pit bull that's been
trained and bullied to kill on command.

Then laugh about it.
That's the crazy part, Mike.

I grew up in poverty, too. And,
Mike, there's not an ounce of me that wants to do what you did to
helpless animals.